"They're a little bit prehensile but not so much anymore. We get a scar on our stomachs from where our umbilical cord comes off that never goes away. We got a tailbone from where our tails used to be. Some people have the misfortune of having an external tail but not a whole lot. Real rare cases." He pushed his food away not out of lack of hunger, but abruptly the conversation was too strange to politely eat during. It felt odd to.

"You seem like you try to be nicer to me than most people. I don't reckon it's entirely to kiss my ass, humans don't make that much of a difference to you." Well, no one could blame him for beating around the bush.